sleeping giraffe

The special guy will take me to watch the stars in the sky as we munch on Mars bars and lean against his car.
The special guy will kiss me on the roof of a building and carry me up in his arms, making me feel so tall with a feeling that I could float forever.
The special guy will buy me an electric-operated Ferris wheel ornament.
The special guy will tell me that he loves me and that it's not his fault that he fell in love with me.
The special guy will always give me a good morning kiss.
The special guy will never feel shy about kissing me on the cheek in public.
The special guy will kiss me in the lift and tell me that I look beautiful.

The special guy does not exist.